Gibbs: Fifteen men on a Dead Man's Chest. Yo, Ho, Ho and a bottle of rum. Drink and devil, and damn for the rest. Ah Yo, Ho, Ho and a bottle of rum. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.
Ragetti: Well I say it was divine providence what escaped us from jail.
Pintel: And I say, it was me being clever. Ain't that right poochy?
Ragetti: Well how'ja know it weren't divine providence what inspired you to be clever? Anyways, I ain't stealing no ship.
Pintel: It ain't stealing, it's salvaging. Since when did you care?
Ragetti: Since we're not immortal no more. We got take care of our immortal souls.
Pintel: You know you can't read.
Ragetti: It's the Bible, you credit for trying.
Pintel: Pretending to read the Bible's a lie. That's a mark against...
Pintel: Look. There it is.
Shrimper: Can't say about Jack Sparrow. But this island, just south of the straights where I trade spice for, mmm delicious long pork.
Shrimper: Can not say about Jack. But you find a ship there.
Shrimper: A ship with black sails.
Marty: Have you noticed lately, the Captain seems to be acting a bit strange... er.
Gibbs: Setting sail without knowing his own heading? Something's got Jack vexed. Mark my words what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow, bodes ill for us all.
Jack: It's funny what a man will do to forestall his final judgement.
Bill: You made a deal with him too Jack. He raised the Pearl from the depths for you. Thirteen years you've been a Captain.
Bill: Jack, you won't be able to talk yourself out of this. The terms would apply to me apply to you as well. One soul, bound to crew a hundred years upon a ship.
Jack: Yes, but the Flying Dutchman already has a Captain so there's really no...
Bill: Then it's the locker for you! Jones's terrible leviathan will find you, and drag the Pearl back to the depths and you along with it.
Jack: Any idea when Jones might release said terrible beasty?
Bill: I already told you Jack. Your time is up. He comes now, drawen with ravenous hunger, to the man what bears, the black spot.